This is what Sundays were made for

Oh, my good Lord. Day 2 and this blogger.com is driving me nuts. It just took me a half hour to put my one measly picture up on my profile and then figure out how to put my profile back on the sidebar. Unfortunately, I was forced to remove Jeremy as a contributor. That doesn't much matter, because he knows my username and password anyway. I've had such an easy day. I stuffed myself with chiffon cake and now my brain feels slightly fuzzy. Karma, eh? Oh, and I spent a good part of the day as well trying to chase down David Sedaris' Me Talk Pretty One Day as an extra credit read for French. I placed it on hold via the internet earlier this morning (one of six copies) and yet there were zero available at the library. What luck. I guess I can't really complain about my luck as a result of Jeremy's string of unfortunate events. Poor thing. But life always triumphs in the end (right?).